Ulysses Everett McGill: Say, uh, Cousin Wash, I suppose it'd be the acme of foolishness to inquire if you had a hair net. Washington Hogwallop: Got a bunch in yon bureau, Mrs. Hogwallop's as a matter of fact [sniff] Washington Hogwallop: . Help y'sel...
Inigo Montoya: [drunk] I am waiting for you, Vizzini! You told me to go back to the beginning... so I have. [widen to show Inigo sitting in a heap against a house, swilling from a bottle] Inigo Montoya: This is where I am, this is where I'll stay. I ...
Scotty: If it isn't Captain James Tiberius Perfect-Hair! [to Keenser] Scotty: Did you hear that? I called him "Perfect-Hair". James T. Kirk: Where are you? Scotty: Where are you? James T. Kirk: Are you drunk? Scotty: What I do on my private time is m...
Vermin: Where's the rest of them? Rembrandt: Where's everybody, else? Snow: Cops got Ajax. We don't know about, Swan. Rembrandt: Oh, Jesus. Cochise: Are you sure about Ajax? Snow: Real sure. Vermin: Bet he went out swinging. Snow: We better go look f...
Penny Lane: You're too sweet for rock and roll. William Miller: Sweet? Where do you get off? Where do you get sweet? I am dark and mysterious, and *pissed off*! And I could be very dangerous to all of you! You should know that about me... I am *the e...
Annie Hayworth: Did you drive up from San Francisco by the coast road? Melanie Daniels: Yes. Annie Hayworth: Nice drive. Melanie Daniels: It's very beautiful. Annie Hayworth: Is that where you met Mitch? Melanie Daniels: Yes. Annie Hayworth: I guess ...
I drag my world where I belong... Lost in the oubliette of conscious I hide from the murkiest of shadows Generate hope amidst fear And dewdrops amidst rain My tears don’t carry the burden of pain By taking the draperies of fate along In desire of m...
My ultimate game - or at least one I would really like to see - would be something where it was like the beginning of George R. R. Martin's 'Game of Thrones', where you're Ned Stark, and you know that one of your friends has been murdered, and you go...
I always tend to think, even in residential projects, about what a space is being asked to do - where is it located, what are the circumstances, where can I attack the problem, so to speak. How can you create a narrative for people moving through it?...
I lived with them in my studio in New York. And of course if I were doing that book today or even ten years, fifteen years later, I would have gone to where the wild ducks were and where I could study them - I would have gone to the country somewhere...
I remember writing 'The One I Can't Have' at the kitchen table. I was looking at a picture of Truman Capote with Marilyn Monroe and that's where I started. It doesn't make any sense because he was gay, but it was just the idea of the short guy and th...
Van Gogh on his brother's upcoming marriage: "It’s because he’s in Holland, where he’s getting married one of these days. Now, while not denying the advantages of a marriage in the very least, once it has been done and one is quietly set up in ...
I feel as though, if I were to extend my hand just a little toward the pool where the ideas ferment, I could grab at the idea and pull it out of the pool and onto the floor where ideas must stand before the jury of the brain. There, it must present i...
I always hear people talk about 'dysfunctional families.' It annoys me, because it makes you think that somewhere there's this magical family where everyone gets along, and no one ever screams things they don't mean, and there's never a time when sha...
And how is your head? Better?" he asked. "Very much. Sometimes it hurts." Right now it was throbbing. "But every day I am much improved." "Where did you hit it? Are you bruised?" I put a hand to the back of my head, a little to the left, where I had ...
It is almost as if we are all playing a big game of hide-and-go-seek. We all hide expecting to be found, but no one has been labelled the seeker. We stand behind the wall, at first excited, then worried, then bored, then anxious, then angry. We hide ...
And eventually in that house where everyone, even the fugitive hiding in the cellar from his faceless enemies, finds his tongue cleaving dryly to the roof of his mouth, where even the sons of the house have to go into the cornfield with the rickshaw ...
A man journeyed to a place Where the road caused him to ponder, Should he travel the wide, clear road? Or should he venture up the other? The wide road was more often traveled, It was level and easy and clear. The narrow one seemed barely a path, Wit...
We seldom consider how much of our lives we must render in return for some object we barely want, seldom need, buy only because it was put before us...And this is understandable given the workings of our system where without a job we perish, where if...
Sulley: Mike, this isn't Boo's door. Mike: Boo? What's Boo? Sulley: That's... what I decided to call her. Is there a problem? Mike: Sulley, you're not supposed to name it. Once you name it, you start getting attached to it. Now put that thing back wh...
King Leonidas: This is where we hold them. [pause] King Leonidas: This is where we fight! [pause] King Leonidas: And this is where THEY DIE! Captain: On these shield, boys! Spartans: AU! King Leonidas: Remember this day, men, for it will be yours for...
